The Spectacular Sabastian Westchester

6

Sabastian walked across campus to where his new dorm would be, while Roy was going over a few things with him, and a body guard was pulling his luggage behind.

"Your father expects you to attend all private events. This way, investors will get acquainted with you."

"That won't be a problem," Sabastian nodded.

As they went, all eyes turned to watch them.

"Who is that?" A girl asked her friend.

"I don't know, but he must be rich. Just like at him and his clothes."

A girl was brave enough to approach them.

"Hey, I'm Becky. Are you new here? I can show you around." Becky twirled hair around her fingers.

Sabastian ignored her, wondering if she was a fool and didn't recognize him.

She was friends with Molly and was there the day Molly lied and got him expelled.

"Get out of my way, I have no time for girls like you," Sabastian sneered down at her.

"Fine, your loss." Becky frowned and hurried away to save face from being embarrassed.

When they got to Sabastian's dorm, Roy shook his hands.

"If you need anything, sir, I am only a phone call away."

Sabastian nodded. "Sure, and can you not let anyone know who I am. I'm not ready for all the attention just yet."

Roy nodded.

After being alone, Sabastian unpacked his things and thought he could go to his lecturers to get notes on for the lessons he had missed.

On his way to the grand lecture hall, Sabastian wasn't really paying attention to where he was going and bumped into Aaliyah.

"I am so sorry," he apologized, helping her with her books.

"It's fine, I wasn't watching where I was going."

Then she looked up at Sabastian and froze.

"Oh, Sabastian. I thought..." she trailed off.

"I was expelled?"

She looked away from him.

"Molly said you were harassing her, and I'm glad I never believed her lies because here you are."

Sabastian said nothing to that matter.

"I have to go," he said and left the girl standing there.

Aaliyah watched after him, wishing she could get the words out and let Sabastian know how much she liked him.

Just as Sabastian entered the lecture hall, Molly turned around and stared at him.

"What the fuck!" Molly screeched.

"What are you doing back here? You got expelled."

"I guess Dean Gerald did some reconsidering."

Molly's face turned red.

"Somebody get this poor man away from me! Help! He's trying to rob me!"

All eyes turned to them, but the few securities didn't dare make a move after the threat they got from Roy.

"Why are you two just standing there? Help me, do something about this thief."

Sabastian shook his head.

"Give it up, Molly, no one believes your act."

She sneered at him.

"And what are you supposed to be? Just because you stole some clothes and got back in, you think you are some hot shit. But just you wait, I'll get my father involved."

"And what is he going to do?" Sabastian asked.

Molly flipped her long blonde hair over her left shoulder.

"Everyone knows that my daddy donates a shit ton of money in this low class university. And I always get my way."

"If it's so low class, then why are you here?" Sabastian raised a brow.

"It's only low class because of you."

Sabastian nodded at her words.

"I don't even see why you waste your time trying to get an education. It's not like anyone will employ you to their company."

She frowned.

"The only thing someone like you will do is bring down the reputation of the company."

Sabastian said nothing.

"They always say to eat the rich, but in this case, it's eat the poor."

"Have a nice life," Sabastian told her.

"Oh, I will. I don't even have to go to school because I'm set for life. Something you wouldn't know about."

Sabastian walked away from her and went up to the desk.

Everything went over smoothly, with all the teachers agreeing to send Sabastian the lessons he missed to his email, except for one.

"Sorry, but Mr. Stringel would like to see you in his class."

Sabastian nodded at the lady at the desk, then walked off in that direction.

He pushed the heavy door open and walked down the stairs to where the podium was.

Mr. Stringel was busy removing his equipment from the lecture he had just had.

"You wanted to see me?" Sabastian said when the man turned to look at him.

"Why donyou think I would let you back into my class?"

"The accusations made against me were false, and I'm in the clear of being a wrong doer."

Mr. Stringel shook his head. "I don’t care about all that."

"You have me at a loss then, sir."

Mr. Stringel zipped his bag before answering.

"You are nothing but a poor, little street boy. I don't want to waste my time teaching someone like you because it's not like you will get anywhere in life."

"Excuse me," Sabastian frowned.

"I know you heard me."

He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

"Wisteria Hill University is one of the best and most prestigious universities on the west coast. The admittance of your kind brings our ratings down."

"Mr. Stringel, with all due respect-"

Mr. Stringel cut him off.

"Once up on a time, this university only accepted people who could afford to pay the tuition. I was a pass student, and my parents paid my way, i didn't have to worry about where I would sleep, get my next meal, or even pay the next year's fee. But you, you can't even afford to breathe."

"I can't believe your words, I am coming to this school to seek better for myself, and this is what you say to me?"

"Because it's true, you are only wasting time and resources."

Sabastian sighed. "Can you please allow me back into your class?"

Mr. Stringel laughed in Sabastian's face.

"You see, I can do whatever I want, and dean Gerald will agree with me all because we share the same sentiments. Poor people aren't allowed in our world, and I made sure to get a teaching job here to prevent little poor shits like yourself from getting an education."

"Is that so?" Sabastian asked.

"Yes, I could have been the owner of Stringel Exlsi. Misty Isle second best when it comes to technology. But I left that to my little brother, just so I can stop your kind from getting an education."

"Don't you think we all should get a chance to be educated and get a stable job?"

Mr. Stringel laughed at Sabastian.

"You idiot! A stable job? We don't want poor people like you in your company. You aren't even good enough to wipe my ass."

"Well, did you ever consider that when people like me don't work for people like you, then that will lessen production, and that in turn will cause you to become poor?" Sabastian asked.

Mr. Stringel didn't say anything for a while.

"It still stands. I dont want you in my class. Not even in the next lifetime."

Sabastian frowned.

"I am asking you again to allow me back in this class."

"Or what?"

"I will be forced to do something I don't like doing."

Mr. Stringel laughed. "You punk."

"Are you going to allow me back?" Sabastian asked.

"Not even by the hairs on my chiny, chin, chin. I will never let you back in." Mr. Stringel smirked.

Sabastian made a call, then went to take a seat.

"What the hell are you doing?" Mr. Stringel frowned.

"Stick around, and you'll find out."

Mr. Stringel folded his arms across his chest, thinking that he won't allow a poor man to get the best of him.

"You actually think you are some hot shot. But just you wait, this time when you get expelled, there is no coming back for you at all."

"You have 5 minutes to change your mind, Mr. Stringel."

"Sorry, but you are poor, and I'm allergic to your kind. I'm breaking out in hives just by being so close to you."

Sabastian counted down the seconds for the 5 minutes to pass.

"This is your last chance," Sabastian told him.

Instead, Mr. Stringel rushed at Sabastian and grabbed the front of his shirt.

But just as he raised his fist to hit Sabastian, a man ran and pushed him away, then grabbed him by the neck.

"Who the hell are you?" Mr. Stringel struggled to speak because it felt as if the man's hand was crushing his windpipe.

"You foolish, foolish man. How dare you lay a finger on Mr. Westchester and before that refused him his right to an education after he paid for it?"

"Mr. Westchester?" Mr. Stringel let out.

The name bounced around in his head because the only Westchester in Wisteria was the richest man, and he doubted Sabastian could be related to him.

"You aren't Andrew's son. You are too poor."

Roy told the security to let go of Mr. Stringel so he could slap him across the face.

"Don't you pass your place with the young master, he is a Westchester and you are a nobody compared to him. Do you think Stringel holds a strong name in Wisteria, much less Misty Isle? Ahaha. Don't make me laugh."

Mr. Stringel eyes traveled to Sabastian, and they held feared.

"I am sorry, Mr. Westchester. If i had known how you were..."

Roy cut him off. "We don't need you to apologize, you weren trating Mr. Westchester, like he was trash, and that won't be tolerated. You won't be a teacher here any longer, or be able to get a job here ever again."

Mr. Stringel laughed. "And how do you think you will do that?"

Roy smirked. "With just one call."

Roy spoke to someone in a hurried tone, and soon, the new dean. Raul entered the class.

"Mr. Stringel, sorry. But you are no longer qualified to work at our facility."

Mr. Stringel frowned at him. "Who the hell are you?"

"Dean Raul, you have ten minutes to clean your things and leave."

"What? You can't do this! I did nothing wrong."

"Oh, didn't you? You best get to your task because this man here won't hesitate to beat you to pulp," Roy told Mr. Stringel.

With a heavy heart, Mr. Stringel began to clean out his things and only stopped when his phone rang.

"Brother Dalton, where are you?" The voice asked.

It was Marika, his sister who also worked at their family's company.

"I..." He didn't know how to tell her that he got fired.

"About to leave the university, " he said instead.

"Oh brother, it's bad. We are ruined."

"Slow down, and speak slowly, Marika."

"Our business has failed. Our stocks have dropped so suddenly and drastically. There is no way to get back to the position we had."

"What? What are you saying, Marika?"

"We are poor Dalton, this family is over. I don't know how, but it's over for us. Dad must be turning in his grave."

Dalton Stringel's phone fell out of his hand, and he dropped to his knee.

"Please, Mr. Westchester, can you. Ot do this? We will suffer, that company is the only thing keeping my family afloat."

Roy stood between Dalton and sneered down at him, then kicked him in the face.

But Dalton still begged. "I will become your donkey if i have to, do anything for you. Please, just have mercy on us."

"Get away, you fool. You were trying to shame me just moments ago, but look at you now. You saw me as nothing but a little dog, so why beg me now?"

Dalton shook his head. "I'm sorry, I was foolish. I never knew who you were."

Sabastian moved away from him.

"Sabastian, don't worry. You will be admitted back into your entrepreneurship class and with a new teacher." Raul said.

"We expect nothing less from you, Raul," Roy told him.

Sabastian walked out after that, not caring what happened to Dalton now.